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You said forever
I guess you didn't mean it
You went for my best friend
What happened to loyalty?
She likes you too
It hurts but if you're happy leave
Go be with her, please do
Where foot petals unfolded
Under canopies of foliage was a place
Neither good nor bad --
Was simply beyond. Rumi told
Me this: these words tattooed
This will be hard to put out there
But, I know, it'll be worth it. Life isn't fair.
I've never thought about who I am.
I could be Bi, Asexual, Homo, or Pan.
All of these thoughts could be real.
shadows fading swirling pulling tugging
taking me into a world that ill never control
"it's dangerous" they whisper
what living?
is it dangerous because I'm different
There are different sorts of fuzzies
The Morgan Fuzzies
The Girl Fuzzies
She’s felt the Morgan Fuzzies
Many times before
Morgan
Candy
Jocelyn
They’re frivolous fuzzies
I fall in love with the way people live
The way people are
Their eyes and how they crinkle when they laugh
The way their hair falls in just the right place
The feeling of their arms around you
That feeling, those feelings, that tingling I have
The twinkling, the gleaming, screaming within
The bleeding, the pleading, the grieving that’s been
Confusing when it’s who I am.
I construct stories and lies in my head,
Am I an actress or a liar?
Telling people lies with so much belief that
I begin to believe them myself.
I'm a liar with dramatic emotions,
While the world splits meAnd everythingIn twos,The only option that fits meI'm not allowed to choose.When I tuck up my hairIt's not to impress you.So don't tell me what I should wear.
It's hard for me to say
That some people can't accept diversity
Even in the world today.
People can't marry who they love
Simply because they're gay.
Four years.
Four years and you're letting go,
not me.
I desired to keep you.
Like the folded up piece of paper that you placed in an envelope and sealed with your
wax kisses.
When I was a little girl I was scaredto tell the world that the other little girldown the road had a crush on me.Because I was worried that cruel peoplewould mock her or through stonesas she passed by,
I Exist
Though you may try to find some sort of bubble to put me in
To maybe keep my unnaturalness from trying to infect you
To maybe make yourself feel better when you can "see past it"
Have you ever had a secret in which you've held awhile;
You see in the eyes of others that you're perceived odd or even vile;
For you being different does not make you gross;
Where you supposed to go when your home aint even home
happiness is in the gutters
have to close up all those shutters
see these people here dont love us
so all we got is each other
People get so creative these days. All we ever hear when a new, un usual thing comes up now is "well, thats how it is now days."
Sick they say! Sick!
Am I sick?
so disturbing to some
so interesting
Could this be true
The words flowing from your lips
Such hurt you scream
Such pain you cause me
Love can't be forced fore it is a force in itself
Tell me to love her when I'm in love with him
Love is funny. Love is weird. Love is knowing. Love is guiding. And to those whom it passes, it is unintentionally hurting.
nobody left, and nobody died,
but the family count went from six to five.
a daughter abandoned, shunned, alone,
because another girl's heart was the place she called home.
innocent little girl
oh how your innocence has been taken
stolen from you like a thief in the night
a thief with so much power
a thief with so much aggression and anger
It hurts when you talk now, You finally listened. So many hints I gave, and so many times my eyes glistened. You look at me now, and just think wow. You where so surprised when when I told you that day. Leaned on a heater, looked the other way.
It was our wedding day
Full of love and admiration
I looked into her gleaming emerald eyes
I knew we’d remember this forever
It was our wedding day
Friends and family sniffled in the Palace
"You are nothing but what you want to be"
And what I want to be I must conceal
I must hide
Keep it secret
Sweep it beneath the rug
Never to see the light of day
Put it under lock and key
Their Eyes are on the Door (The Gay Scene)
Their eyes were on the door of clubs like Casablanca, where they wait to judge.
They clutter together like leaves stuck in a drain, old ways refusing to budge.
Walking out into the night,
I see a quite familiar sight,
that of a man and his dog,
that of a man taking a jog.
Walking on my way to school,
I see something realy cool,
Statements that stay behind closed doors, they stay in the room
Hover above your head
Seep into your mind fall into your river of thoughts
Sink deep into your conscious
Straying off to your emotions
I am a girl who loves a girl
And believes in the Bible too
There’s a fight in my head
It’s not a fight to the death
It’s a fight to realize who
Knows what it means to love.
Man shall not lay with man
How would you feel walking down the street?
Minding your own business just being a teen
When a group of people behind you come to attack
Only because in their eyes you’re a “fag”
They say we are equal.
Why the bullying?
Do you think it's fun?
Is it satisfying?
The way you treat them?
They say we are equal.
My rights are my rights/ got infinite time to put up a fight/ going through the system/ listen to your mther respect your father/ dont speak out/ dont stand tall/ fit the mold of the kid that will work till they get to old/ my dream job unattain
